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Baghdad
The Running flood of my tears is
only for you
The outrage of my burning soul
will never subdue
The forgiveness of traitors will
never ever ensue
The crave for vengeance inside
increasingly grew
The struggle for Iraq’s
liberation will ever pursue
Oh Baghdad
Your soul has been torn by
traitors and treachery
I still see your bleeding body
in my dreams and reverie
It hurts to realize the depth of
your despair gotten plenary
Sorry for my emotional …
troublesome genuine worry
I could only embrace your bright
and shiny memory
I hope you understand my deep
sorrow trajectory
Oh Baghdad
I may be your impatient
vanquished son
Who wished liberation swiftly
got done
Putting an end to the agony of
everyone
It is cheerless to see my people
at harm
Beset mercilessly by feral enemy
swarm
The news of your status have
been hugely distorted
The truth has been obscured and
largely ablated
Your beautiful sceneries have
been dilapidated
Your people have been
dramatically humiliated
Tortured, raped, murdered,
exhausted and subjugated
Therefore, reconciliation has
been absolutely fumigated
Oh Baghdad
The precious tears of sadness
are blocked
The weeping sound of loss is
totally choked
The moods of revenge are highly
flocked
Your liberation day in our minds
is clocked
Oh Baghdad
Life is now tremendously blue
It is blue and will remain blue
No remedy will heal it or glue
No shiny solution insight or
clue
Until your liberation time is
due
The mind has confusingly spurred
The vision has turned out
blurred
The lies of occupation have
purred
Disastrous damages have occurred
Its harm Iraq has already
incurred
Oh Baghdad
Each time the fight goes slow
The patience ends wallow
The soul becomes hollow
The faith’s depth gets shallow
Each time I ponder I see your
sky glow
Ignited by the rage of your
wind’s blow
By the flurry of the resistance
fire
Our hope our long lasting desire
Standup; never give up the
valves of pride and hope
No matter how heavy the loss or
the degree of your mope
The occupation soldiers are
drowsy depending on dope
They will soon be dragged by the
resistance’s liberation rope
In your wide streets and on your
highest mountain’s slope |
